It is kilig on my part
when I hear TJ Monterde's song entitled Mahika
playing randomly on the radio or thru Spotify.
It catches me off guard in the sweetest way—
like the universe reminding me that love exists
in the quiet, simple moments.

The lyrics goes like:

'Di ka pa man lang kumikibo, ayos na
(Even without you saying a word, everything already feels right)

May mahika ka pang dala-dala
(You carry magic with you)

Sa piling mo
(In your presence)

Bumabagal, humihinto ang mundo
(Time slows down, the world comes to a halt)

Sa piling mo
(In your presence)

Ayaw kong mawala, ayaw kong mawala
(I don’t want to be lost; I don’t want to be lost)


Love is indeed magical—
something that you cannot fully explain with words,
but rather through the unspoken, through actions.
It’s in the way someone holds your hand,
in the silence that feels like home,
in a glance that calms your storm.
It’s the comfort in their presence,
the steady beat of their heart beside yours.
Love is not loud—it’s felt.
Subtle, yet powerful. Mysterious, yet familiar.
It’s mahika—
the kind that lingers long after the music fades.

Healing your inner child can be expensive, both financially and emotionally, but the joy that comes with it is priceless.
That moment when you finally buy clothes that truly express who you are, collect items you've long admired, or visit places you once dreamed of—it's not just about the purchase or the trip.
It's an act of self-love, a way of giving to yourself what you once thought was out of reach.
That's why you should try to gradually reach for your dreams and heal our inner child.

I have had it all covered
Once or twice will do
But I did nothing wrong,
Why mention my name all of the sudden?
I kept my mouth shut
for the longest time
for a hundred or thousands of times
to keep my peace
and gave you peace and respect in return
what do you fvcking need?
an attention or details to ease your mind from overthinking
out of context, from your whimsical story maker of a child?
you are a ******* open book
your personality never fitted from your face
a disgusting *****
corrupting your generation's mind
you are a mundane *******
scandalous, pathetic *****
it was a female dog, not meant to turn into a behavior
you are such an escandalosa
Maria Makiling by face, loudmouth by personality
her name is Maria Ligaya, married a cano
but she changed and became a mata pobre

Mark 10:9, which states: "Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate."

No one will be allowed to destroy what God has brought together.
The union forged by divine hands stands unshaken beneath the weight of time and trial.
Bound not merely by fleeting emotion but by a sacred covenant, it weaves through the fabric of destiny, unyielding to discord and untouched by mortal interference.

What is born of grace remains steadfast, weathering tempests, defying doubt, and rising anew with each dawn.
Though shadows may loom and voices may challenge, the promise endures—an echo of eternity, a vow sealed not by man’s decree but by the whisper of the divine.

No force, no circumstance, no frailty of the world can sever what was breathed into being by love itself.
What God has joined together is not a mere arrangement, but a bond written in the stars—a testament to resilience, to faith, to the unbreakable nature of a union rooted in something far greater than human hands could mold.

My personality is like a deck of cards—each one revealing a different facet of who I am.
The good cards are my victories in life, the ones that draw people to me despite my innocence and naivety.
They are the moments that allow me to forge connections, to befriend others, to navigate the world with hope.

But behind those cards lie the bad ones—the losses in the game, yet paradoxically, the wins in life.
They unveil the raw truths of existence, exposing the genuine intentions of the world and the shadows within my own nature. Perhaps many have never truly known me.
People recognize only the parts I choose to reveal, the carefully presented pieces of my story.
Yet they remain unaware of the silent battles, the unseen struggles I have endured.

How can someone claim to truly know me when all they have seen are the reels, the highlights, the fleeting clips of my life—but never the raw, unfiltered behind-the-scenes?

They witness the carefully curated moments, the victories, the laughter, the beautifully framed snapshots that fit within their expectations. But they don’t see the retakes, the silent battles fought off-camera, the exhaustion, the parts of my story too complex or too painful to compress into a mere clip.

To know me is not just to watch the performance, but to understand the struggles that shaped it.
It is to acknowledge the moments I didn't share—the doubts, the resilience, the quiet growth beyond the spotlight.

True understanding lies not in what is shown, but in what is felt beyond the frame.
What you see of me through social media is not real—the curated moments, the framed exposures, the glimpses tailored for the world to perceive.
The truth lies beyond the filters, beyond the carefully composed narrative.
So let me reshuffle my life however I choose.
Stop assuming you know everything about it when you don’t.
Stop implying that things will unfold a certain way, because they won’t—not like that, not how you expect.

My path is mine alone, shaped by choices only I understand.
The future is not predetermined, and what is “supposed to happen” will never be dictated by anyone but me.
So just let me be—let me exist as I am. I don’t need anyone to shape me, to define me, or to tell me how to move through life. I can get by on my own.

I know my path, my resilience, my own way forward. And that’s enough.

Toodles.